Somewhere outside there are tricks and evil holler downstairs
while i drive i want to watch you
buttercup coming through the fog
dying of boredom i'll try it all
sixteen olive skin bound by a voice
i don't want to go but i want it well
at least you fucking care dying of
boredom i'll try it all i'll be faint like a
crook it looks and feels great but
look at what it's doing to you but
that's ok look at how it feels.